The Divine Con

"Ah what a beautiful day,
The sun's out, bright, warm,
The sky is blue as ever,
Splendid, just splendid it is."

He saw it happen,
For the first time,
As the day moved on,
And the night had risen.

"Brilliant, the Moon,
Perfect with the dark sky behind,
Black as the darkest blue,
Stars in proper randomness."

And the day passed, so did the next,
Each day the same,
Just as beautiful as the one before,
And the cycle went on.

"Well, all is good,
Brilliant, perfect, beautiful,
Yet, what is missing,
What is the point of all this.

I look at it all day,
And then the next,
But nothing happens,
Things go on as I planned.

This so not complete,
I am the only one who appreciates it,
All these creatures down there,
They are too simple to enjoy."

And then it hit him,
He needed someone like him,
Someone living among all other things,
Enjoying their existence.

"Yes, it has to be done,
I need to see what it is like,
To be happy, to enjoy,
I have to see it in someone else's eyes."

So he made two more beings,
In his image but quite different,
A woman and a man,
Complementing in all aspects.

And He did feel happy,
For a while at-least,
As he saw them sit and talk,
Wake up and sleep.

But the mood set in again,
Worse than before this time,
A tinge of anger in it all,
Frustration more than ever.

"They just talk, and then talk some more,
That's not what I made them for,
Do they not realize all the fun they can have,
And in turn create a world of their own.

Oh, indeed they do not,
I forgot to put it there,
The thought would never occur,
Not unless I help them out."

He had just stepped out,
When another thought occurred,
Not a very pleasant one,
A shade of doubt.

"This is not good,
This might not end up well,
What if they just keep at it,
Never do anything else.

I can't lead them to that,
Not me as myself at-least,
A villainy has to be the agent,
A guilty pleasure this must be.

Now, what should I do,
Who should I become,
What shall I say,
I am going to be sorry doing this."

So he did it,
He shape shifted into another being,
A body of exquisite form,
Not beautiful, yet extremely attractive.

Features sharp, lustful,
A look of malice,
A dash of mischief,
A grin, from ear to ear.

"Come here dear ones,
Come to me, speak to me,
Don't be scared,
I come with good tidings.

Look here, look at this fruit,
It is red, it is juicy,
Come relish it's taste,
Both of you, come."

They ate, ate and enjoyed,
Lost in it's taste,
They just kept at it,
Till their lips met.

Time froze, for them at-least,
A strange feeling it was,
Strangely satisfying, yet not so much,
They just wanted it, and more.

And so it happened,
Over and over again,
While he looked down,
Scathing his head.

"Poor things,
I wish I could let them be,
Enjoy this till eternity,
Alas, it is not meant to be."

He prepared to visit them,
A little guilty he felt,
Justified, in his actions,
And things to be done was he.

"What are you doing,
Dear children of mine,
Who put put you to this mischief,
What you are doing is crime.

I created you,
I made this world for you,
Enjoy my gifts, be happy,
But do not disgrace me."

They looked up at him,
And he could see,
The master plan in motion,
His goal achieved.

"Fine, I will be generous,
But just this once,
Allowed you are,
To enjoy the carnal fruit.

But you must remember,
This is immoral,
Set in motion by an evil,
Test not my patience you must.

Be damned the one who set you at it,
And so shall you if you forever keep at it,
Be aware of my kindness,
And forever be thankful."